Arthur's POV
A day later.
I stepped into the room, smoking a joint. The smoke curled in front of me, thick and lazy. My boots echoed softly against the concrete floor. The room was dim, the kind of darkness that clung to the air and made it feel eerie. From the corner came the faint sound of ragged breathing.
I reached for the switch and flipped it on. Light flooded the room, spilling over a bruised face. Alpha Adira groaned, her head dropping slightly as the sharp glow hit her eyes. The silver collar around her neck glimmered, tight enough to keep her wolf locked away.
I smiled. She looked nothing like the fierce woman everyone praised. Now she was just another prisoner, mine.
When she lifted her head, she glanced at Zachary behind me, then back at me.
“Morning, pretty,” I mocked, s
